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Jesse Intense

The Amity Affliction

7

I let go of these cold nights long ago and now it's time for you to follow suit

Take those night sky tears and burning eyes stinging from pursuit

take your regret and sallow timbre and throw it to the ocean

where misery can seek it out - you know misery loves a lonely stranger

And you've been waiting with open arms for so long, so long

Take a breath and roll it out, it's high time for your chest

to resonate something more tangible The angles, they're cutting in

they're destroying the cohesion, cutting ties and killing friends

So long, so long that now it seems to be a farce, but it's painted on your face

like the spread of an open book time to throw it to the fire

Settle down beneath the ocean, stare upwards raise your arms and say goodnight

tomorrow the sun dawns on settled scores

and homeward bound, and homeward bound

And you've been waiting with open arms for so long, so long

Take a breath and roll it out, it's high time for your chest

to resonate something more tangible The angles, they're cutting in

they're destroying the cohesion, cutting ties and killing friends

So long, so long that now it seems to be a farce, but it's painted on your face

like the spread of an open book time to throw it to the fire

Settle down beneath the ocean, stare upwards raise your arms and say goodnight

tomorrow the sun dawns on settled scores

and homeward bound, and homeward bound

Oh yeah

you'll find your solace, you'll find your solace

you'll find your solidarity and peace

you'll find your solace, you'll find your solace

you'll find your solidarity and peace

So long, so long that now it seems to be a farce, but it's painted on your face

like the spread of an open book: time to throw it to the fire

Settle down beneath the ocean, stare upwards raise your arms and say goodnight

tomorrow the sun dawns on settled scores

and homeward bound, and homeward bound

So long, so long that now it seems to be a farce, but it's painted on your face

like the spread of an open book: time to throw it to the fire

Settle down beneath the ocean, stare upwards raise your arms and say goodnight

tomorrow the sun dawns on settled scores

and homeward bound, and homeward bound